It's dark and cold with no hand to hold. It hurts to look at the shadows that lurk. Even though I try to hide, the beast always finds a way inside. They scream and shout, and I have no doubt that they somehow creep within. They cradle the child that never was handled and had to hide inside. That child was scared, oh god what did she bear before she went into hiding. But how can she hide when there's no warmth inside while I still sit here lurking.
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I wrote this last week but forgot to publish it soooo...... ya. I'm kinda bored and lonely and I don't know what to write so leave some inspiration in the comments.
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PoetryThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
